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[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[have the TARDIS on the Astral Plane, obviously preoccupied and seemingly frustrated]

Why will they not listen? Why will they never, ever listen? I grow weary of their constant arguing. [seems to be holding a conversation with someone else while muttering to herself] No, that is not acceptable. Why can they not understand I won't hurt them? That wretched, useless -- did they just shoot at me?

[long-suffering sigh] I am convinced today is a Saturday. There can be no other explanation.

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[lamb_of_gold]

[Guess who got left here. Have a vaguely inquisitive feeling, something along the lines of "Tough day?"]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[ah, Mu's cloth. the TARDIS gives it a curt nod and offers a telepathic 'Yes, quite' before losing herself in thought again]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Seems startled that someone /not/ it's master used telepathy instead of speech, but kinda floats over beside her and 'looks' up]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[realises it's still there and glances down at it, curious. gives it a mental nudge and asks what it wants]

[lamb_of_gold]

[The feelings of Boredom and Curiosity nudge back]

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, it sounds like you're having a misunderstanding. But people are funny that way, thinking that you'll hurt them even if you have no intention to~~

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

If only it were a misunderstanding. They have plenty of reason to fear me -- or what they believe was me, at any rate.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, if they believe it was you, but it's not, that sounds like a misunderstanding to me.

But what exactly did not-you do to make them afraid?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[frowns, not really sure she wants to tell Diva what happened] Their planet. Most of the inhabitants were killed. They believe I did it. I am attempting to correct it with the Doctor's help.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Bad day?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Something of the sort, yes.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Tea?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

I've no need, no.

[noking.livejournal.com]

All the bad stuff happen on Saturday?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

So it seems, yes.

[noking.livejournal.com]

But that's not legal.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

What is that supposed to mean?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[quietly] I'm sure they'll accept the truth, in time.

[then, however, he scowls] They are, however, lucky I'm stuck in another universe.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[sighs] I am afraid we don't have time, Doctor. They've given us a week to leave their world or they'll attack in force.

[blinks at his words] Doctor?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[closes his eyes for a moment] Lovely. I wish I could be of some help.

[shakes his head] I don't like the idea of people shooting at you. Rationally, I can understand why they would. Yet...

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[smiles softly and touches his arm] Your concern is ... comforting. You do what you can and I appreciate that. We'll find a way out of this.

[tilts her head] Your Eighth is none too happy about it, either. He's less concerned with damage to myself, however. He keeps saying I'm indestructable, so he's worrying more over his companion's safety. You weren't much different, as I remember.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[he was just hanging about, but hearing that last bit made him instantly defensive]

Who's shooting at you?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

The inhabitants of the planet we're currently trapped on. [huffy] They seem to still believe I'm going to kill them all.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Still?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately. They cannot or will not listen when you tell them I won't harm them. [purses her lips] Then again, you have trouble believing it, yourself. Your Eighth, of course, not you, Doctor.